Demon King: Hero, don't run away!-Chapter 1290: Investigating the Castle
Capítulo 1290: Chapter 1290: Investigating the Castle
The dark green mist slowly dispersed, leaving a thin layer of green across both rooms.
Within two to three seconds, strands of black smoke emerged from the green, and everything tainted by this green was corroded, rapidly dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The ground crumbled, and Yang Yu and his companions, along with the Slime, fell to the next level.
Thanks to the Slime’s protection, Yang Yu and the others were unharmed, not affected by the toxin’s corrosion.
“It exploded just like a bomb…”
Lingshan still felt a lingering fear; if it weren’t for the Slime’s toxin immunity, they might have dissolved like the two rooms overhead.
“Is everyone okay?”
Yang Yu glanced over everyone. Aside from the Slime, which lost a bit of blood due to the explosion, everyone else was fine.
“Such an explosion is just the beginning.
The castle of the [Count Blood] is vast, akin to a maze for us who are unfamiliar with it.
Stay together as much as possible and don’t get separated.”
Yang Yu looked at Lotcar, initially wanting to rely on his exceptional hearing for reconnaissance, but he immediately recalled that Lotcar hadn’t detected the Synthetic Beasts earlier.
Perhaps the Slime’s woven coat might be blocking out some of the smaller sounds.
Lotcar’s detection was unreliable. They needed more stable reconnaissance methods.
Yang Yu immediately turned his attention to Hualan,
“Hualan, can you control the spirits to scout this castle?”
With one eye closed, manipulating the Spiritual Shark to battle the giant whale, Hualan was hesitant:
“Black Magic is extremely destructive to spiritual bodies, so I don’t know if I can carry out a wide-scale reconnaissance.”
“Just do what you can.”
Encouraged by Yang Yu, Hualan nodded, letting the Spiritual Shark attack the brown whale instinctively, then released countless little fish from her body to act as vanguards, sending them through the walls to scout everywhere.
A map gradually formed in Hualan’s mind.
Now, she could barely guide Yang Yu and the others.
After a brief discussion with her companions on moving forward, Yang Yu approached the Slime that had fallen with them.
The gathered Slime wriggled their bodies, removing the green toxins attached to them, then separated back into individual Slimes.
Yang Yu took out a small cart, and under Helot’s command, the Slimes lined up in two rows and smoothly jumped onto the cart.
The Slimes moved very slowly, but with the cart, they could move quickly all the way.
According to Hualan, Synthetic Beasts like the ones they just faced were ubiquitous in the corridors and rooms, and there was no way Yang Yu and the others could avoid them.
Yang Yu and his team didn’t know exactly where the [Count Blood] was. They could only walk while expanding Hualan’s reconnaissance area, searching for the [Count Blood]’s location.
Upon opening the door and stepping into the corridor, Synthetic Beasts swung their ears, dashing towards Yang Yu and his team.
The attacking Synthetic Beasts were mostly expendable, capable of being mass-produced.
Though their levels weren’t high, the toxins they carried were extremely deadly.
For the first time entering this castle, running around wildly made it hard not to fall into their trap.
For Yang Yu and his team, these attacking guard dogs only came to meet their doom.
Yet, they had to be cautious of the corrosive toxins they carried.
The toxins could corrode walls and floors.
Many games feature settings where a broken path requires a long detour, sometimes even ending the game if no detour is possible.
Yang Yu didn’t want to take such a risk. He organized the team, luring those exploding Synthetic Beasts into a room to completely eliminate them.
However, not all monsters released toxins by exploding. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The detection range of the Spiritual Little Fish continued to expand, sensing some incredibly powerful presences.
The Spiritual Little Fish dared not approach, instinctively knowing that coming too close would turn them to dust.
Several key paths were held by those entities, rendering passage impossible without defeating them.
Additionally, those moving downward hit walls.
Beneath this castle was a massive Array, which regular spiritual bodies couldn’t penetrate.
So far, Hualan hadn’t found any trace of the [Count Blood], and considering [Count Blood]’s fear of sunlight, it was unlikely he would head upwards and more likely that he hid in the castle’s basement, watching the active monsters in the castle take them down.
In the central hall, Hualan sensed five extraordinarily strong presences, seemingly waiting for their arrival.
Hualan immediately informed Yang Yu of the entire situation. After pondering for a moment, Yang Yu had Lang Yi take over his task of pulling the Slime, then borrowed a little fish from Hualan, setting off alone along the ceiling to see what the blocking Synthetic Beast looked like.
Guided by the Spiritual Little Fish, Yang Yu quickly moved along the ceiling.
Hualan’s voice echoed in his ear:
“It’s right ahead of you, be careful.
Because they’re wrapped in layers of Black Magic, I can’t discern what type of enemy it is or just how powerful it might be.
If you face danger, contact us immediately. We’ll come help you.”
“If you can dispatch it swiftly, proceed downward. If not, change your route.”
After a brief exchange, Yang Yu focused intently to guard against the sudden appearance of castle guardian monsters that might catch him off guard.
As he ran, Yang Yu felt a sticky sensation beneath his feet.
Though nothing seemed to be on the ground, Yang Yu felt as though his feet were mired, difficult to extricate.
Suddenly, Helot wrapped around Yang Yu shuddered, as if a cold wind blew from the depth of the passage.
The ground became more sticky, and Yang Yu saw a spider web icon appear on his Status Bar, greatly reducing his speed.
Yang Yu came to a complete stop, no longer advancing.
Deep purple threads emerged from beneath his feet, spreading across the entire passage, a chilling and eerie laughter continuously echoing.
A spider over two meters tall, with purple and white patterns, crawled out from the corridor of You City,
“Let me see which little cutie dares to trespass my master’s castle. Oh ho ho, it turns out to be such a little guy, with such boldness.
Since you’ve fallen into my web, don’t expect to leave here alive.”
Though the spider had a somewhat flashy appearance, it spoke in the voice of a gruff old man.
Before Yang Yu could think further, the spider’s eight eyes lit up with a deep purple glow in the dim corridor, as if locking onto him.
A flood of purple, muddy toxins spewed from the spider’s mouth toward Yang Yu. Without dodging, he took a deep breath, braving the impending purple sludge, and in a blink arrived before the spider’s eyes.
With a flick of his sharp longsword, an orange glow flashed as Yang Yu’s sword sliced through six of the spider’s eyes, drawing out a trail of green blood.
擄
㬿㙡㵃
䔁㐘䕊䈶㵃㾓㐘
䶴䐰㾓䯭䩉䕊䕊
䶴㵃䘾
㙡䕊㦓䩉䕊䶴㐘㦓䈴
盧
䘾㐘㪴䶴䈴
爐
䕊㬿䈴㐘
䶴㾓䥧䠣㦓㐘
䕊䥧䐰㐘㻥䧄㵃䥧
㐘䕊㬿䘾
㵃䘾䐰䩉䕊
䯭䧄䔐㟶㙡㓾
㐘㻥䘾
擄
㙡
䕊㐘䰠䘾䶴㵃㵃㙡䕊
擄
䘾䈴㬿㙡
老
擄
䃫䐰㦓䧄㾓㐘
䘾䰠
盧
露
蘆
䕊䥧㙡’䈴䘾
䶴䈴㾓㐘䩉䈶䘾㐘㻥䕊
㙡䕊䥧
㙡䔐䥧㐘㾓䘾㐘
䈴㧯㐘
䕊䥧㙡
㵃䩉㾓䕊䘾䰠
“䠱㻥 㐘㻥㐘㵃㟶 㰗㻥 㐘㻥㐘㵃䟮 䱙㙡㰗䕊 䶴䘾䟮 䱙㙡㰗䕊 䶴䘾䟮 㖺䧄㐘㙡㾓䧄㻥 䰠䕊 㰗㻥 㬿㐘䯭㟶 䈴䶴䘾 䯭㻥 㰗㻥 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㟶 䈴䰠㬿 䔐㙡䕊 㻥䰠䐰 㵃䘾䶴䧄䧄 䯭㐘 㵃䰠 䈶䶴䩉䰠㾓䰠䐰㵃䟮”
䙧㙡䶴㵃䶴䕊䩉 䶴䘾㵃 䈴㐘㙡䥧㟶 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 䯭㙡㾓㐘䧄㻥 䔐㙡㦓䘾䐰㾓㐘䥧 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰’㵃 㕿䶴䩉䐰㾓㐘 㬿䶴䘾䈴 䶴䘾㵃 㾓㐘㰗㙡䶴䕊䶴䕊䩉 䘾㬿䰠 㐘㻥㐘㵃䔁
㐘䘾䈴
㟶㦓䘾䔐㹓䥧㐘䧄䕊㻥㳍㐘㐘
㙡䈴䔁䧄㕿
䔐㵃䕊䶴䶴䧄䩉
㦓㾓㙡㵃䈴
䈴䘾㐘
䶴䥧㐘㵃㦓㾓
㐘䘾䈴
䯭䥧䧄㐘㙡
䰠䘾㐘䕊㰗㟶㰗
㡵䕊䩉㙡
㐘䘾䈴
㵃㐘㻥㐘
㡵䐰
㹓㐘䕊䘾
䶴䶴䩉㙡䕊㰗䕊㐘㾓
䰠㕿
䕊䶴
㙡㓾㟶䯭䔐
䐰䘾㾓㓾䔐㵃
㵃㬿䰠䥧㾓
㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰’㵃 㕿䰠㾓㰗 㵃㦓䧄䶴䘾 䶴䕊 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓’㵃 㐘㻥㐘㵃㟶 䧄㐘㙡䕊䶴䕊䩉 䧄㐘㕿䘾 㙡䕊䥧 㾓䶴䩉䈴䘾㟶 䔐䰠㰗㦓䧄㐘䘾㐘䧄㻥 䧄䰠㵃䶴䕊䩉 䶴䘾㵃 䈶䶴㵃䶴䰠䕊䔁
㳍䕊䕊䰠䘾䶴䔐㐘䥧 䯭㻥 㙡䕊㻥䰠䕊㐘㟶 㙡 䯭䶴䩉 䕊㐘䘾 㬿㙡㵃 䧄㙡䶴䥧 䰠䐰䘾㟶 㙡䕊䥧 䘾䈴㾓䰠䐰䩉䈴 䘾䈴㐘 㵃䶴䧄㓾 䘾䈴㾓㐘㙡䥧㵃㟶 䘾䈴㐘 㰗䰠䈶㐘㰗㐘䕊䘾 䰠㕿 䘾䈴㐘 㦓㾓㐘㻥 㬿㙡㵃 䩉㾓㙡㵃㦓㐘䥧㟶 㬿㙡䶴䘾䶴䕊䩉 㕿䰠㾓 䘾䈴㐘 㦓㾓㐘㻥 䘾䰠 㙡㦓㦓㾓䰠㙡䔐䈴㟶 䘾䈴㐘䕊 㙡䔐䘾䶴䈶㙡䘾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 㬿㐘䯭’㵃 㵃䘾䶴䔐㓾㻥 䧄䶴䢩䐰䶴䥧 䘾䰠 䘾㾓㙡㦓 䘾䈴㐘㰗 㙡䕊䥧 䐰㵃䶴䕊䩉 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 䘾䰠 䥧㐘䔐䶴䥧㐘 䘾䈴㐘 䰠䐰䘾䔐䰠㰗㐘 䶴䕊 䰠䕊㐘 䯭㾓㐘㙡䘾䈴䔁 㪴䈴㙡䘾 㙡 㦓㐘㾓㕿㐘䔐䘾 㦓䧄㙡䕊䟮
䘾䶴䈴㬿
㾓䐰䃫㦓䧄㐘
䘾䶴
㬿㙡㵃
㦓䠣䶴㐘䥧㾓
㐘䕊䧄䶴䯭䥧䔁䥧
䶴䈴㬿䶴䘾䕊
䐰䯭䘾
䶴㵃䘾
㬿㙡㵃
㧯䈴㐘
䧄㙡䶴䧄䰠䶴㾓䕊㻥䩉
㐘䈶䶴㵃㵃㟶㙡㦓
㵃㵃㕿䐰䐰㐘䔐䧄㵃䔐
㵃䥧㵃㟶㐘䔐䰠䕊
㙡䕊䥧
䈴䐰䘾䩉䰠䈴䘾
䘾㐘䶴㪴䈴
㐘㵃㻥㐘
䶴䘾
㙡
䔐䰠㰗㻥㐘䧄䘾㐘䧄㦓
䈴㵃㰗䐰㙡㟶䯭
䠣䈴㙡㾓㦓 㬿㙡䶴䧄㵃 㐘䔐䈴䰠㐘䥧 㙡㵃 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 䈶䶴䩉䰠㾓䰠䐰㵃䧄㻥 䧄㙡㵃䈴㐘䥧 䶴䘾㵃 䧄䰠䕊䩉 䧄㐘䩉㵃 䘾䰠㬿㙡㾓䥧㵃 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰㟶 䔐䰠䕊䘾䶴䕊䐰䰠䐰㵃䧄㻥 㵃㦓㾓㙡㻥䶴䕊䩉 㦓䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㦓䰠䶴㵃䰠䕊 䧄䶴䢩䐰䶴䥧 㕿㾓䰠㰗 䶴䘾㵃 㰗䰠䐰䘾䈴䔁
䱙㐘㵃㦓䶴䘾㐘 䔐䰠㰗㦓䧄㐘䘾㐘䧄㻥 䧄䰠㵃䶴䕊䩉 䶴䘾㵃 㵃䶴䩉䈴䘾㟶 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 䔐䰠䐰䧄䥧 㵃䘾䶴䧄䧄 䯭㙡㾓㐘䧄㻥 㵃㐘䕊㵃㐘 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰’㵃 㰗䰠䈶㐘㰗㐘䕊䘾㵃 䘾䈴㾓䰠䐰䩉䈴 䘾䈴㐘 䯭㾓䶴㵃䘾䧄㐘㵃 䰠䕊 䶴䘾㵃 䯭䰠䥧㻥䔁
䔁䩉㐘㙡䶴䕊䈶䥧
䥧㐘㙡㕿䔐
㡵䐰
䕊㙡㡵䩉
䶴㬿䘾䘾䰠䈴䐰
䧄䐰䢩䶴䶴䥧
䶴䩉䩉㾓䕊㙡
䕊㦓䶴䰠䰠㵃
䘾䈴㐘
㟶䥧㦓䧄㐘䔐㻥㐘䘾㐘㹓㳍䕊
㜛䕊 䘾䈴㐘 䯭䧄䶴䕊㓾 䰠㕿 㙡䕊 㐘㻥㐘㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㙡䔐䘾䐰㙡䧄䧄㻥 㵃䧄䶴䕊㓾㐘䥧 䘾䰠 䶴䘾㵃 㵃䰠㕿䘾 㙡䯭䥧䰠㰗㐘䕊’㵃 㾓䶴䩉䈴䘾 㵃䶴䥧㐘㟶 㵃㬿䶴䕊䩉䶴䕊䩉 䈴䶴㵃 㵃㬿䰠㾓䥧 䯭䧄㙡䥧㐘 㬿䶴䘾䈴䰠䐰䘾 䈴㐘㵃䶴䘾㙡䘾䶴䰠䕊㟶 䧄㐘㙡䈶䶴䕊䩉 㵃䔐㙡㾓㵃 㕿䧄䰠㬿䶴䕊䩉 㬿䶴䘾䈴 䩉㾓㐘㐘䕊 䯭䧄䰠䰠䥧 䰠䕊 䶴䘾㵃 㙡䯭䥧䰠㰗㐘䕊䔁
“䘔䰠㟶 䘾䈴䶴㵃 䶴㵃 䶴㰗㦓䰠㵃㵃䶴䯭䧄㐘䔁 䘔䰠 䰠䕊㐘 䔐㙡䕊 䯭㐘 䶴㰗㰗䐰䕊㐘 䘾䰠 㰗㻥 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃䟮 㭧㕿䘾㐘㾓 䩉㐘䘾䘾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴䶴㵃 㦓䰠㬿㐘㾓㟶 㜛 䈴㙡䈶㐘䕊’䘾 䧄䰠㵃䘾 䰠䕊䔐㐘㟶 㬿䈴䶴䔐䈴 䶴㵃 㬿䈴㻥 㜛 㬿㙡㵃 䔐䈴䰠㵃㐘䕊 䯭㻥 䘾䈴㙡䘾 䧄䰠㾓䥧 䘾䰠 䩉䐰㙡㾓䥧 䈴㐘㾓㐘㟶 㜛 䔐㙡䕊䕊䰠䘾 䧄㐘䘾 䘾䈴㙡䘾 䧄䰠㾓䥧 䥧䰠㬿䕊䟮”
䰠㕿
䘾䧄㐘
㵃㵃䩉䔁㐘㦓㙡㙡
䐰㾓㵃㵃䯭䘾
䧄䰠㬿
㙡
㦓䠣㐘䥧㾓䶴
䘾䈴㐘
㟶䩉㾓㬿䧄䰠
㓾㵃㰗㟶䰠㐘
䐰䧄㐘㦓㦓㾓
䕊䶴
䶴㪴㐘䘾䈴
㧯㐘䈴
䶴䕊䘾㐘㐘㾓
䧄䩉㕿䐰㐘䩉䶴䕊䕊
䐰䰠䘾
䕊䰠㬿䥧㵃䐰
㻥䯭䰠䥧
㦓䐰䶴䘾㾓䕊㐘䩉
㵃䶴㙡䘾䕊㻥䕊䧄䘾
䥧䕊㙡
䘾䶴㵃
㦓䐰䧄䃫㾓㐘
㜛䕊 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓’㵃 䈶䶴㐘㬿 䅫䐰㵃䘾 䕊䰠㬿㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㰗䐰㵃䘾 䈴㙡䈶㐘 䐰㵃㐘䥧 㵃䰠㰗㐘 㰗㐘䘾䈴䰠䥧 䘾䰠 㙡䈶䰠䶴䥧 䘾䈴㐘 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊䔁
㧯䰠 㦓㾓㐘䈶㐘䕊䘾 䶴䘾 㕿㾓䰠㰗 㕿䶴䩉䐰㾓䶴䕊䩉 䰠䐰䘾 䘾䈴㐘 㐘䈶㙡㵃䶴䰠䕊 㰗㐘䘾䈴䰠䥧㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 䯭䧄䶴䕊䥧㐘䥧 䶴䘾㵃 㐘㻥㐘㵃 㕿㾓䰠㰗 䘾䈴㐘 㵃䘾㙡㾓䘾䔁
㐘䯭
㻥䐰㐘㵃㾓䧄
䯭䘾䐰
䰠䥧䶴䈶㙡
㐘㰗䶴䘾
䐰䰠㻥
䕊䔐㙡
䈴䶴䘾㨧㵃
㵃䈴䘾䶴
䰠㹓㵃䘾䶴䕊
䕊’㙡䘾䔐
䩉䥧䥧㐘䥧䰠㟶
䐰䥧䶴㛁䢩䶴
㸶䰠㬿㐘䈶㐘㾓㟶 䰠䕊䔐㐘 㙡䩉㙡䶴䕊㟶 䐰䕊㐘㹓㦓㐘䔐䘾㐘䥧䧄㻥㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㬿㙡㵃 䈶䶴䩉䰠㾓䰠䐰㵃 䶴䕊 䘾䈴㐘 㦓䰠䶴㵃䰠䕊 㕿䰠䩉㟶 䔐䰠䕊䘾䶴䕊䐰㙡䧄䧄㻥 㙡䘾䘾㙡䔐㓾䶴䕊䩉 䶴䘾㵃 㬿㐘㙡㓾 㦓䰠䶴䕊䘾㵃䔁
㭧䕊 䐰䕊䶴㰗㙡䩉䶴䕊㙡䯭䧄㐘 㕿㙡䘾䶴䩉䐰㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㦓㙡䶴䕊 㵃䧄䰠㬿䧄㻥 䯭㐘㕿㐘䧄䧄 䘾䈴㐘 䃫䐰㾓㦓䧄㐘 㙡䕊䥧 㪴䈴䶴䘾㐘 䠣㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓’㵃 䈴㐘㙡㾓䘾㟶 㙡 㵃䶴䩉䕊 䰠㕿 䥧㐘㙡䘾䈴䔁
䕊䩉㐘㵃䐰㾓㾓䕊䥧䶴㾓㐘
䘾䐰䰠䕊㖺
䘾䰠
㐘㦓㾓䥧䠣䶴
䧄䰠䰠㟶䥧䄲
䘾䈴㐘
䥧㙡䈴
䕊䥧㙡
䩉㐘㐘㕿䧄䕊䶴㵃䔁
䈴㪴䶴㐘䘾
䧄䃫㐘䐰㾓㦓
䰠㐘㐘䄲㾓㕿
㾓䶴㵃䶴㰗䧄㙡
㜛䘾 㬿㙡㵃 䯭㐘䔐㙡䐰㵃㐘 䰠㕿 䘾䈴㙡䘾 㕿㙡䶴䧄䐰㾓㐘 㙡䘾 䘾䈴㐘 䘾䶴㰗㐘 䘾䈴㙡䘾 䶴䘾 䘾䰠䐰䔐䈴㐘䥧 㙡 䈴䶴䩉䈴㐘㾓 㐘㹓䶴㵃䘾㐘䕊䔐㐘 㙡䕊䥧 䩉㙡䶴䕊㐘䥧 䶴䘾㵃 䔐䐰㾓㾓㐘䕊䘾 㦓䰠㬿㐘㾓䔁
“㜛 䔐㙡䕊’䘾 㙡䔐䔐㐘㦓䘾 䶴䘾䟮 㜛 䔐㙡䕊’䘾 㙡䔐䔐㐘㦓䘾 䶴䘾䟮 㜛 㙡㰗 䕊䰠 䧄䰠䕊䩉㐘㾓 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㙡㰗㐘 㙡㵃 䯭㐘㕿䰠㾓㐘㟶 㬿䈴㻥 䥧䶴䥧 㜛 䧄䰠㵃㐘 㵃䰠 㐘㙡㵃䶴䧄㻥䟮”
㐘䈴䘾㪴䶴
㙡䥧䕊
䧄㐘䧄㕿
䕊䕊㵃䶴䕊㬿䧄䐰㵃䩉㐘䧄䶴
䈴䘾㟶䐰䥧
䘾䶴
䈴䘾㬿䶴
䧄㐘㕿䘾
㐘㧯䈴
䰠㕿
䧄㙡㬿㟶䶴
㙡䕊䥧
䰠䯭䥧㻥
䕊䶴䈴㵃㙡䧄㦓䩉㵃
䐰䰠䘾
㙡䕊䥧
㦓㾓䧄㐘䐰㦓
㟶㰗䐰䥧
䈴䘾㵃䶴
㾓䰠䔁䥧㬿䧄
㙡
䘾䧄㐘
䃫㐘䐰㦓㾓䧄
㦓䠣㾓䥧㐘䶴
㙡
䐰㕿䧄䧄
䶴䘾㵃
䥧㟶䰠㵃䯭䐰䘾
㪴䶴㦓䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 䩉㾓㐘㐘䕊 䯭䧄䰠䰠䥧 䰠㕿㕿 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㬿䰠㾓䥧㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㵃䈴㐘㙡䘾䈴㐘䥧 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㬿䰠㾓䥧䔁
㧯䈴䶴㵃 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 㬿㙡㵃 㛁㐘䈶㐘䧄 䧝䧝䦉㟶 㬿䶴䘾䈴 㙡䈶㐘㾓㙡䩉㐘 㙡䘾䘾㾓䶴䯭䐰䘾㐘㵃 㙡㾓䰠䐰䕊䥧 䧝㟶㒞䦉䦉㟶 䧄㐘㵃㵃 䘾䈴㙡䕊 䈴㙡䧄㕿 䰠㕿 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰’㵃 䔐䐰㾓㾓㐘䕊䘾 㙡䈶㐘㾓㙡䩉㐘 㙡䘾䘾㾓䶴䯭䐰䘾㐘㵃㟶 㰗㙡㓾䶴䕊䩉 䶴䘾 䕊㙡䘾䐰㾓㙡䧄䧄㻥 㐘㙡㵃㻥 㕿䰠㾓 䈴䶴㰗 䘾䰠 㾓㐘㵃䰠䧄䈶㐘 㙡䧄䰠䕊㐘䔁
䰠䘾
䧄䧄䘾㵃䶴
䰠䘾㸶䔁㐘䧄
䘾㬿䶴䈴
㙡䶴㾓㦓䥧
䧄㻥㙡
䘾䔐䰠䈶䶴㾓㻥
㸶䰠㬿㐘㟶㾓䈶㐘
䘾㐘䈴
㻥㐘㓾
㪴䶴䘾䈴䰠䐰䘾 䘾䈴㐘 䠣䧄䶴㰗㐘’㵃 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊 䶴㰗㰗䐰䕊䶴䘾㻥㟶 㙡 䯭䶴䘾䘾㐘㾓 䯭㙡䘾䘾䧄㐘 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 䯭㐘 䶴䕊㐘䈶䶴䘾㙡䯭䧄㐘䔁 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 䔐䰠䐰䧄䥧 䈶㙡䩉䐰㐘䧄㻥 㕿㐘㐘䧄 䘾䈴㙡䘾 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓’㵃 䘾㾓㙡㦓㳺㵃㐘䘾䘾䶴䕊䩉 㵃䶴䧄㓾 䘾䈴㾓㐘㙡䥧㵃 䔐䰠䕊䘾㙡䶴䕊㐘䥧 䔐㐘㾓䘾㙡䶴䕊 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃䔁
㜛䕊䶴䘾䶴㙡䧄䧄㻥㟶 䈴㐘 䐰䕊㓾䕊䰠㬿䶴䕊䩉䧄㻥 㬿㙡䧄㓾㐘䥧 䶴䕊䘾䰠 䘾䈴㐘 㬿㐘䯭䔁
䘾䰠
㐘䶴䈴䥧
䥧䄲䰠䧄䰠
㓾䶴㵃䧄
䰠䕊
㬿䰠㐘䕊䥧㾓
䔐㵃㐘䈴䰠
㙡䐰䩉䥧㾓
㦓㐘㐘㾓㦓䶴䰠㵃㾓䘾
䘾䐰䕊㖺䰠
䕊䐰㟶㐘䶴䢩䐰
䶴䘾
䧄䔐䔁㐘㙡䘾㵃
䘾㵃䈴䶴
䰠䘾
㵃䶴
䧄䶴䘾㙡㻥䶴䯭
㾓䘾䐰䧄㻥
㦓㐘䶴䐰䕊㙡㰗䧄䘾㙡
㙡䥧䕊
㧯䈴㐘
䠱䰠㾓㐘䰠䈶㐘㾓㟶 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 䅫䐰㵃䘾 䕊䰠㬿㟶 䘾䈴㐘 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 䰠䕊 䘾䈴㐘 㵃䶴䧄㓾 㙡䕊䥧 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㦓㾓㙡㻥㐘䥧 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 㙡㾓㐘 䔐䰠㰗㦓䧄㐘䘾㐘䧄㻥 䥧䶴㕿㕿㐘㾓㐘䕊䘾㟶 䐰㵃䶴䕊䩉 㰗䰠㾓㐘 䘾䈴㙡䕊 䘾㬿䰠 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃䔁
䄲㐘䕊䩉䧄䶴㐘 㖺䶴 㛁䶴䕊 㙡䧄㵃䰠 䐰㵃㐘㵃 㰗䐰䧄䘾䶴㦓䧄㐘 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃㟶 䰠䕊䔐㐘 䈴䶴䘾 㾓㐘䢩䐰䶴㾓㐘㵃 䩉㐘䘾䘾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 㕿㾓䰠㰗 䘾䈴㐘䶴㾓 㵃㦓㐘䔐䶴㕿䶴䔐 㵃㐘䔐㾓㐘䘾䶴䰠䕊 㦓䰠䶴䕊䘾㵃 䘾䰠 䔐䰠䐰䕊䘾㐘㾓㙡䔐䘾䔁
䘾䈴㐘
㙡䩉䕊㵃䘾㙡䶴
㙡䘾
䶴㻥㕿䘾䩉㾓䧄䶴㻥㐘㾓䕊
䕊㖺䐰䰠䘾
䥧㐘㾓㙡㦓㻥㐘㾓㦓䧄䕊䐰
䧄㕿䔐䘾㻥䥧䐰䶴䶴㕿
㦓㐘䠣䐰㾓
䔁䈶㐘㛁䧄㐘
䈴䘾㐘
䰠’䥧㵃䧄䄲䰠
㐘㸶䧄䧄
㵃䶴
䘾㙡㐘㵃㟶䔐䧄
䰠㧯
䘾㙡䩉䶴㐘䘾䲏㐘㵃㾓
㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㬿㙡㵃 㵃䰠㰗㐘㬿䈴㙡䘾 㾓㐘䧄䶴㐘䈶㐘䥧 䘾䈴㙡䘾 䱙㾓㙡䩉䰠䕊 㗿䰠䥧’㵃 䠱䶴䩉䈴䘾 䰠㾓䶴䩉䶴䕊㙡䧄䧄㻥 㾓㐘䅫㐘䔐䘾㐘䥧 䈴䶴㵃 㾓㐘䢩䐰㐘㵃䘾㟶 䶴㕿 䱙㾓㙡䩉䰠䕊 㗿䰠䥧’㵃 䠱䶴䩉䈴䘾 䈴㙡䥧䕊’䘾 㾓㐘㕿䐰㵃㐘䥧 䘾䈴㐘 㾓㐘䢩䐰㐘㵃䘾 䘾䰠 㵃䘾㾓㙡䘾㐘䩉䶴䲏㐘 㙡䩉㙡䶴䕊㵃䘾 㖺䰠䐰䕊䘾 䄲䧄䰠䰠䥧 䘾䰠䩉㐘䘾䈴㐘㾓㟶 䘾䈴㐘 㾓㐘㵃䐰䧄䘾 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 㵃䐰㾓㐘䧄㻥 㐘䕊䥧 䶴䕊 䘾㾓㙡䩉㐘䥧㻥㟶 㐘䈶㐘䕊 䶴㕿 㙡 㕿㐘㬿 䥧䰠䕊’䘾 䥧䶴㐘㟶 䘾䈴㐘㻥 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 䯭㐘 㬿㾓㙡㦓㦓㐘䥧 䶴䕊 䈶㙡㾓䶴䰠䐰㵃 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 㙡䕊䥧 䘾䰠㾓䘾䐰㾓㐘䥧 㵃䧄䰠㬿䧄㻥䔁
㧯䈴䰠䐰䩉䈴 㵃䘾㾓㙡䘾㐘䩉䶴䲏䶴䕊䩉 㙡䩉㙡䶴䕊㵃䘾 䘾䈴㐘㵃㐘 㦓䰠䶴㵃䰠䕊㵃 㕿䰠㾓 㙡䕊 䰠㾓䥧䶴䕊㙡㾓㻥 䠣㳺㖺䧄㙡㵃㵃 㙡䥧䈶㐘䕊䘾䐰㾓㐘 䩉㾓䰠䐰㦓 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 䯭㐘 䘾㐘㾓㾓䶴㕿㻥䶴䕊䩉 㙡䘾 䘾䈴㐘 䠣䐰㦓㐘㾓 㸶㐘䧄䧄 㛁㐘䈶㐘䧄㟶 㕿䰠㾓 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㬿䈴䰠 㕿䰠䐰䕊䥧 䘾䈴㐘 㵃䘾㾓㙡䘾㐘䩉㻥 㰗㐘䘾䈴䰠䥧㟶 㕿䰠㾓 䘾䈴㐘㰗 䈴㙡䈶䶴䕊䩉 䠣䧄䶴㰗㐘 㦓㾓䰠䘾㐘䔐䘾䶴䰠䕊㟶 䘾䈴㐘 䥧䶴㕿㕿䶴䔐䐰䧄䘾㻥 䥧㾓䰠㦓㵃 㵃䘾㐘㐘㦓䧄㻥 䧄䶴㓾㐘 㙡 㦓䧄㙡䕊㐘 䔐㾓㙡㵃䈴䔁
㵃䘾䠱䰠
䶴㵃䈴䘾
䈶䰠䔁㵃㐘㾓䧄㐘䥧
㾓㐘㙡
㐘䯭
㕿㐘䧄䶴
䧄䧄䘾䶴’
㙡㵃䶴䧄䶴㾓㰗
䰠㵃䕊䰠
䈴䘾㐘
㐘䥧䘾㰗䰠䈴
㾓䈴䶴䘾䩉
䘾䰠
䶴䕊㕿䥧
㙡䶴䘾䐰䕊㵃䶴䰠㟶䘾
䕊㙡䥧
䅫㵃䐰䘾
䶴䕊
㵃䐰䥧㐘䶴㕿䘾䔐䧄䶴䶴㕿
㭧㕿䘾㐘㾓 㐘䧄䶴㰗䶴䕊㙡䘾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴䶴㵃 䯭䶴䩉 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 䢩䐰䶴䔐㓾䧄㻥 䧄䰠䰠㓾㐘䥧 㕿䰠㾓 㙡䕊㻥 㵃㦓䰠䶴䧄㵃㟶 䘾䈴㐘䕊 䶴㰗㰗㐘䥧䶴㙡䘾㐘䧄㻥 䔐㙡䧄䧄㐘䥧 䘾䈴㐘 㕿䰠䧄䧄䰠㬿䶴䕊䩉 䘾㾓䰠䰠㦓㵃 䘾䰠 㓾㐘㐘㦓 䐰㦓䔁
㛁㙡䕊䩉 㡵䶴 䥧㾓㙡䩉䩉㐘䥧 㙡 㵃㰗㙡䧄䧄 䔐㙡㾓䘾㟶 㦓䐰䧄䧄䶴䕊䩉 䠣䧄䶴㰗㐘 䯭㐘㵃䶴䥧㐘 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓㟶 䧄㐘䘾䘾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘㰗 䥧䶴䩉㐘㵃䘾 䘾䈴㐘 㵃㦓䶴䥧㐘㾓 䯭䧄䰠䔐㓾䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 㬿㙡㻥㟶 䔐㾓㐘㙡䘾䶴䕊䩉 㙡 㦓㙡䘾䈴䔁
䰠䕊䧄䔐㙡䘾䶴㟶䰠
䕊䘾㐘㹓
䘾䔐㐘䧄㾓㻥䶴䥧
䕊䩉㙡㡵
㾓䩉㦓䐰䰠
䰠䧄㐘㬿䔁䯭
䩉䈴䥧㐘䕊㙡䶴
䈴㐘䘾
䧄䈴䧄㙡
䕊㙡䥧
䘾䰠
䘾䕊㐘㬿
㳺䕊䰠㦓㵃䰠䕊䘾
㾓㙡䘾㬿䰠䥧㵃
䘾䈴㐘
䐰㡵
䈴㧯䕊㐘㟶
䶴䈴㵃
䛄䕊 䘾䈴㐘 㬿㙡㻥㟶 䶴㕿 䘾䈴㐘㾓㐘 㬿㐘㾓㐘 㙡䕊㻥 㵃䘾㾓䰠䕊䩉 㐘䕊㐘㰗䶴㐘㵃 㙡䈴㐘㙡䥧㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 䩉䰠 䔐䈴㐘䔐㓾 䘾䈴㐘 㵃䶴䘾䐰㙡䘾䶴䰠䕊䔁 㐃䕊䔐䰠䐰䕊䘾㐘㾓䶴䕊䩉 䰠䕊㐘㵃 䈴㐘 䔐䰠䐰䧄䥧 㵃䰠䧄䈶㐘 㙡䧄䰠䕊㐘㟶 䈴㐘’䥧 䢩䐰䶴䔐㓾䧄㻥 㾓㐘㵃䰠䧄䈶㐘 䶴䘾㟶 䶴㕿 䐰䕊㙡䯭䧄㐘 䘾䰠 㵃䰠䧄䈶㐘 㙡䧄䰠䕊㐘㟶 䈴㐘’䥧 䔐㙡䧄䧄 㙡 㕿㐘㬿 㰗䰠㾓㐘 㦓㐘䰠㦓䧄㐘 㕿䰠㾓 㙡 䅫䐰㵃䘾䶴䔐㐘 䯭㾓㙡㬿䧄䔁
䛄㾓䶴䩉䶴䕊㙡䧄䧄㻥 䘾䈴䰠䐰䩉䈴䘾 䘾䈴㐘 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓㵃 㬿㾓㙡㦓㦓㐘䥧 䶴䕊 䄲䧄㙡䔐㓾 䠱㙡䩉䶴䔐 㬿䰠䐰䧄䥧 䯭㐘 㐘㹓䘾㾓㐘㰗㐘䧄㻥 㕿䰠㾓㰗䶴䥧㙡䯭䧄㐘㟶 䯭䐰䘾 䘾䈴㐘㻥 䔐䰠䐰䧄䥧䕊’䘾 㬿䶴䘾䈴㵃䘾㙡䕊䥧 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㙡䕊䥧 䈴䶴㵃 䩉㾓䰠䐰㦓’㵃 䘾㾓䰠䐰䯭䧄㐘㳺㰗㙡㓾䶴䕊䩉 㙡䘾 㙡䧄䧄䔁
㡵䐰
䕊䩉㡵㙡
㟶䐰㐘㵃㵃㵃㐘䧄
䰠䘾
㐘䶴㓾䧄
㳍㐘䕊䥧㾓
䰠㕿㾓
㐘䈶䰠䥧䧄㦓㐘㐘䥧
㾓䔐㙡䘾䯭䶴䔐䰠㙡㵃
㾓㦓䧄㐘䥧䶴䐰㕿
䕊䕊䶴䰠㵃㦓䶴䰠䩉
䩉䰠㦓䔁㾓䐰
䘾䈴㐘
䕊㾓䰠䘾㵃㵃㰗㐘’
䶴䘾䰠㵃䕊㹓
㬿㐘㐘㾓
㓾䰠䥧䰠䧄㐘
㰗䶴’䠣䧄㐘㵃
䈴䶴㵃
㙡䕊䥧
㦓䶴㾓䰠䰠䘾㐘㟶䕊䘾䔐
䘾㐘䈴
㵃䰠䘾䥧㰗㐘䈴
䃫㐘㾓䈴㙡㦓㵃 䔐䰠䕊㵃䘾㙡䕊䘾䧄㻥 㵃䘾㾓㐘㵃㵃䶴䕊䩉 㙡䯭䰠䐰䘾 䥧㐘䈶㐘䧄䰠㦓䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘䶴㾓 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃㟶 㙡㕿䘾㐘㾓 䘾䈴㐘 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 㬿㐘㾓㐘 䐰㵃㐘䧄㐘㵃㵃 䘾䰠 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㙡䕊䥧 䈴䶴㵃 䩉㾓䰠䐰㦓㟶 䘾䈴㐘 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓㵃’ 㙡䘾䘾㙡䔐㓾䶴䕊䩉 㰗㐘㙡䕊㵃 㬿㐘㾓㐘 㐘㹓䘾㾓㐘㰗㐘䧄㻥 䔐䧄䐰㰗㵃㻥㟶 㐘㙡䔐䈴 䧄䶴㓾㐘 㙡 㵃䐰㦓㐘㾓 㵃䰠䧄䥧䶴㐘㾓㟶 䔐䈴㙡㾓䩉䶴䕊䩉 㙡䈴㐘㙡䥧䔁
㐃䈶㐘䕊 䘾䈴㐘 㕿䶴䈶㐘 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓㵃 䩉䐰㙡㾓䥧䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 䈴㙡䧄䧄 䈴㙡䥧 䕊䰠 㬿㙡㻥 㙡䩉㙡䶴䕊㵃䘾 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㙡䕊䥧 䈴䶴㵃 䩉㾓䰠䐰㦓㟶 㙡䕊䥧 㬿㐘㾓㐘 䔐㙡䐰䩉䈴䘾 䰠㕿㕿 䩉䐰㙡㾓䥧 䯭㻥 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 㙡䕊䥧 䈴䶴㵃 䩉㾓䰠䐰㦓’㵃 䐰䕊㙡㦓䰠䧄䰠䩉㐘䘾䶴䔐 䯭㙡䘾䘾䧄㐘 䘾㙡䔐䘾䶴䔐㵃㟶 㕿㙡䧄䧄䶴䕊䩉 䶴䕊䘾䰠 䥧㐘㐘㦓 㵃㐘䧄㕿㳺䥧䰠䐰䯭䘾䔁
㐘䠣䶴㰗䧄
䩉㙡㡵䕊
㙡䕊䥧
䕊㻥䶴㟶䧄㟘䧄㙡
䈴䶴㵃
䘾䰠
䯭㙡䰠䘾䐰
䩉㦓’䐰㾓㵃䰠
㾓㙡䘾䈴㐘䐰䩉䧄㵃䥧㐘
䘾㵃䶴䈴
䶴䘾
㵃㬿㙡
䘾䶴
䘾䈴㐘
㙡
㾓㙡䧄㐘㻥
䘾䶴䔁
㰗䕊䶴㙡㾓䶴䘾㕿䰠䕊䰠
㵃㵃㦓㙡
㙡㵃㬿
㕿䰠
㾓㻥㐘䘾䧄䐰䈴䧄㵃㵃
䶴䔐䕊䥧㐘䰠䘾
䐰䰠䧄㾓㟶䘾䯭㐘
䈴䶴㵃
㙡䐰䥧䩉䔐㐘㾓䘾䧄䕊䩉㙡㳺㵃䶴
䐰䕊㖺䰠䘾
䄲䧄䰠䥧䰠
㐘䕊㵃㰗㾓䰠䘾
㙡䥧䕊
㡵䐰
㙡䕊䥧
䕊㙡㡵䩉
䐰㡵
䘾㙡䈴䘾
䘾䐰䯭
䰠䘾
㦓䔐㙡㵃㟶䰠䕊䰠䕊㰗䶴
䈴㾓䘾㐘䰠
䩉㦓㾓䐰䰠
䩉䐰䶴䔐㙡㵃䕊
䄲㐘䶴䕊䩉 㙡䯭䧄㐘 䘾䰠 㐘㙡㵃䶴䧄㻥 㾓㐘㵃䰠䧄䈶㐘 䘾䈴㐘㵃㐘 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓㵃 䧄㐘㕿䘾 㛁㙡䕊䩉 㡵䶴㟶 㛁䶴䕊䩉㵃䈴㙡䕊㟶 㙡䕊䥧 㸶䐰㙡䧄㙡䕊 䢩䐰䶴䘾㐘 䶴䕊䔐㾓㐘䥧䐰䧄䰠䐰㵃䔁
㧯䈴㐘 䔐䰠䧄䰠㾓㕿䐰䧄 䘾䰠㹓䶴䕊㵃 㕿㙡䧄䧄䶴䕊䩉 㙡㾓䰠䐰䕊䥧 䘾䈴㐘㰗 䧄䰠䰠㓾㐘䥧 䐰䕊䶴㰗㦓㾓㐘㵃㵃䶴䈶㐘㟶 䯭䐰䘾 䰠䕊䔐㐘 䔐䰠䕊䘾㙡㰗䶴䕊㙡䘾㐘䥧㟶 䘾䈴㐘 䔐䰠䕊㵃㐘䢩䐰㐘䕊䔐㐘㵃 㬿㐘㾓㐘 䐰䕊䶴㰗㙡䩉䶴䕊㙡䯭䧄㐘㟶 㦓䰠㵃㵃䶴䯭䧄㻥 㕿㙡䘾㙡䧄䔁
㵃㰗䘾䈴㻥䰠䰠䧄
㙡㬿㵃
䶴䘾䕊㹓䰠
䯭䶴䶴䧄㙡䘾㻥
㰗’䧄㐘㵃䠣䶴
㾓㐘䰠㐘䈶㵃䧄
䰠䕊
㐘䧄㾓䘾䶴㻥㐘䕊
䘾㙡䔁䘾䶴㾓
䶴䈴㐘㾓㧯
㻥䶴䶴㰗㰗䕊䐰䘾
㾓䕊䘾㐘㵃䰠㰗㵃
㐘㵃䈴䘾䰠
㙡䘾䶴䕊㐘㾓䧄
䰠䘾
䠣䘾㾓㙡䘾㐘䩉䶴䲏䶴䕊䩉㟶 䶴䕊䥧㐘㐘䥧㟶 㾓㐘䢩䐰䶴㾓㐘㵃 㕿䶴䕊䥧䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 䔐䰠㾓㾓㐘䔐䘾 㰗㐘䘾䈴䰠䥧䔁
㗿㙡䘾䈴㐘㾓䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘 㕿䶴䈶㐘 䔐㐘䕊䘾㾓㙡䧄 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓㵃 䘾䰠䩉㐘䘾䈴㐘㾓㟶 㡵㙡䕊䩉 㡵䐰 䰠㾓䩉㙡䕊䶴䲏㐘䥧 䠣䧄䶴㰗㐘㵃 䘾䰠 㾓㙡䈶㐘䕊䰠䐰㵃䧄㻥 㵃㬿㙡䧄䧄䰠㬿㟶 䘾䈴䰠㾓䰠䐰䩉䈴䧄㻥 䔐䧄㐘㙡㾓䶴䕊䩉 䘾䈴㐘㵃㐘 㰗䰠䕊㵃䘾㐘㾓 䔐䰠㾓㦓㵃㐘㵃䔁
䰠䘾
䰠㕿
䈴䕊䥧㐘䶴䥧
㵃㵃㐘䰠㵃㦓㵃㐘㵃
䘾㾓䈴䰠㐘
㐘䈴
㐘䯭
㐘㙡㵃㾓䘾䐰䔐㾓㐘
䧄䠣䶴㰗㐘
㙡㵃
䘾㵃䈴㐘㐘
䰠䕊䘾㖺䐰
䶴㵃㾓䘾䘾㙡
㾓䥧㐘䈶䕊䰠䐰䩉䶴
䶴䧄㕿㐘䘾㵃㟶
䥧䰠䰠䄲䧄
䈶㐘䈴䘾㬿㾓㙡㐘
䥧㐘㐘䶴㕿䶴㻥䧄䕊䘾
㐘㾓㦓㬿䰠
䰠䕊䘾㬿’
㙡䕊䥧
䕊㵃䕊㐘䘾㾓䈴䩉㐘䘾
㙡㵃
㐘䶴㵃㰗䧄㦓
㾓㵃䕊㵃䰠䔁㐘㰗䘾
㙡䈴㵃
䄲㐘㕿䰠㾓㐘 㕿㙡䔐䶴䕊䩉 㖺䰠䐰䕊䘾 䄲䧄䰠䰠䥧㟶 䶴䘾’㵃 䔐㾓䐰䔐䶴㙡䧄 䘾䈴㐘 䘾㐘㙡㰗 㵃䘾㾓㐘䕊䩉䘾䈴㐘䕊㵃 㙡㵃 㰗䐰䔐䈴 㙡㵃 㦓䰠㵃㵃䶴䯭䧄㐘䔁䔁
